Diamonds are forever
Bitch, run ya numbers up
F*ck you know about the business?
Sit down or double up
Through the rough my ora glistens
Bitch, looking runner up
Bronze breaded opposition
Sit down and bubble up
Heated f*ck niggas kissin dirt
Lay em down inside their worth
Reznor Trent I bet it hurt
F*ck a hearse I let my 9-inch-nails do their work
Madame Z with the bloodline curse
Make em dig Holes while I do re verse (ya)
Bury my hesitance dead under mounds of that money and marijuana imma burn
Slow
Honor role never, but I'm on a roll
F*ck lames, slaughter those
Kill and still my altar grows
Guess that God's been listening close
So imma send him gifted ghosts
I'm always known to show the most love to fans I'm grandiose but
Most'd say OD
Oh me oh my I'm putting rest to sleep
And besting beats repeated
Dreaming lucid through these acid sheets
They gassing me forever but I never listen to that speech
RIP an ego only evil and I let it speak Free
F*ck me
Never sweet
Imma beast
Born and bread
Best retreat
If you ain't
With the heat
See these souls cold, dirty coal
Imma flip them vertical
Burn em till the curtains close
Take em where the serpents roam (Bitch)
Bitch, run ya numbers up
F*ck you know about the business?
Sit down or double up
Through the rough my ora glistens
Bitch, looking runner up
Bronze breaded opposition
Sit down and bubble up
Heated f*ck niggas kissin rings
Ya'll ain't kings
Ya'll just puppets up on a string
Chop your wings
Hope it stings
Up I swing on a bitch
Purple pink
Like my drink
Bruise like ink
On a tink
F*ck you think
Don't you blink
In the ring with the kid
Talk like f*ck it is till I cut your shit lil bitch don't want these jagged problems
All em cleaned up neat with the bleach when I retrieve that oblongata
Chop medulla like Medusa, never shoot a foe like Gotham's Knight
I do em right and drag em screaming fighting to the bottom Bitch
Run your numbers up
F*ck you know about the business?
Sit down or double up
Through the rough my ora glistens
Bitch looking runner up
Bronze breaded opposition
Sit down and double up...
Viletheory - ThroughTheRough (feat. Mugen! the Human) Lyrics
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Diamonds are forever
Bitch, run ya numbers up
F*ck you know about the business?
Sit down or double up
Through the rough my ora glistens
Bitch, looking runner up
Bronze breaded opposition
Sit down and bubble up
Heated f*ck niggas kissin dirt
Lay em down inside their worth
Reznor Trent I bet it hurt
F*ck a hearse I let my 9-inch-nails do their work
Madame Z with the bloodline curse
Make em dig Holes while I do re verse (ya)
Bury my hesitance dead under mounds of that money and marijuana imma burn
Slow
Honor role never, but I'm on a roll
F*ck lames, slaughter those
Kill and still my altar grows
Guess that God's been listening close
So imma send him gifted ghosts
I'm always known to show the most love to fans I'm grandiose but
Most'd say OD
Oh me oh my I'm putting rest to sleep
And besting beats repeated
Dreaming lucid through these acid sheets
They gassing me forever but I never listen to that speech
RIP an ego only evil and I let it speak Free
F*ck me
Never sweet
Imma beast
Born and bread
Best retreat
If you ain't
With the heat
See these souls cold, dirty coal
Imma flip them vertical
Burn em till the curtains close
Take em where the serpents roam (Bitch)
Bitch, run ya numbers up
F*ck you know about the business?
Sit down or double up
Through the rough my ora glistens
Bitch, looking runner up
Bronze breaded opposition
Sit down and bubble up
Heated f*ck niggas kissin rings
Ya'll ain't kings
Ya'll just puppets up on a string
Chop your wings
Hope it stings
Up I swing on a bitch
Purple pink
Like my drink
Bruise like ink
On a tink
F*ck you think
Don't you blink
In the ring with the kid
Talk like f*ck it is till I cut your shit lil bitch don't want these jagged problems
All em cleaned up neat with the bleach when I retrieve that oblongata
Chop medulla like Medusa, never shoot a foe like Gotham's Knight
I do em right and drag em screaming fighting to the bottom Bitch
Run your numbers up
F*ck you know about the business?
Sit down or double up
Through the rough my ora glistens
Bitch looking runner up
Bronze breaded opposition
Sit down and double up...
Bitch, run ya numbers up
F*ck you know about the business?
Sit down or double up
Through the rough my ora glistens
Bitch, looking runner up
Bronze breaded opposition
Sit down and bubble up
Heated f*ck niggas kissin dirt
Lay em down inside their worth
Reznor Trent I bet it hurt
F*ck a hearse I let my 9-inch-nails do their work
Madame Z with the bloodline curse
Make em dig Holes while I do re verse (ya)
Bury my hesitance dead under mounds of that money and marijuana imma burn
Slow
Honor role never, but I'm on a roll
F*ck lames, slaughter those
Kill and still my altar grows
Guess that God's been listening close
So imma send him gifted ghosts
I'm always known to show the most love to fans I'm grandiose but
Most'd say OD
Oh me oh my I'm putting rest to sleep
And besting beats repeated
Dreaming lucid through these acid sheets
They gassing me forever but I never listen to that speech
RIP an ego only evil and I let it speak Free
F*ck me
Never sweet
Imma beast
Born and bread
Best retreat
If you ain't
With the heat
See these souls cold, dirty coal
Imma flip them vertical
Burn em till the curtains close
Take em where the serpents roam (Bitch)
Bitch, run ya numbers up
F*ck you know about the business?
Sit down or double up
Through the rough my ora glistens
Bitch, looking runner up
Bronze breaded opposition
Sit down and bubble up
Heated f*ck niggas kissin rings
Ya'll ain't kings
Ya'll just puppets up on a string
Chop your wings
Hope it stings
Up I swing on a bitch
Purple pink
Like my drink
Bruise like ink
On a tink
F*ck you think
Don't you blink
In the ring with the kid
Talk like f*ck it is till I cut your shit lil bitch don't want these jagged problems
All em cleaned up neat with the bleach when I retrieve that oblongata
Chop medulla like Medusa, never shoot a foe like Gotham's Knight
I do em right and drag em screaming fighting to the bottom Bitch
Run your numbers up
F*ck you know about the business?
Sit down or double up
Through the rough my ora glistens
Bitch looking runner up
Bronze breaded opposition
Sit down and double up...
Writer: Alexander Burke
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid